Devon’s POV
This woman must be crazy.
That was all I could think as I sat at the dinner table, watching the wreckage Nadia was so effortlessly creating with every word she uttered—cool, calm, calculated. I glanced at Jimmie. He looked like he wanted to strangle her with his dinner napkin. Hell, I wouldn’t have stopped him.
Nadia leaned in again, her fork slicing lazily through the salad she’d barely touched. Her voice came like smoke, soft and sharp.
“Oh? Did the question take you by surprise?”
Jimmie’s glare could have burned holes in her skin. If looks could kill, she’d be ash on the floor. But instead, she smiled—cocky, smug, knowing.
That smile set something off in me. Enough.
“That’s enough, Nadia!” I snapped, my voice echoing louder than I meant. Everyone went still.
“You’ve
